Eternal Stud

you know the truth can be a WEAPON, to f i g h t this world of ill intentions, a new answer to the same question; how many times will you learn the same l e s s o n i think they got it all wrong, we just got to HOLD on– cause we're gonna be LEGENDS.

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ofcupds‌:

          “ hey. ” a calm, soothing greeting escaped yvette’s throat as a result of her attempt to distract everyone, including herself, from the chaos that was currently wreaking havoc in the city. with a delicious sweet treat in between her slender fingers, the cupid approached the other person. “ i know this won’t fix the situation, but on the bright side, no one’s ever said that a cupcake made things worse. want one? ”

The blank look that traversed his features as she spoke likely told wonders of how interested he was in something as menial as a cupcake --- or anything else in general. The shift in the city doing little more for him than convince him that every choice he’d made leading up to it had been, perfectly warranted. “You gonna’ fix everyone’s problem with baking? bold move. i’ll pass.”

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heavenswar‌:

         “ you’re hurt. ” it’s obvious. and maybe the other person would’ve preferred to suffer in silence, but what good is that for anyone? “ who did this to you? or what? ”

Someone was hurt, that was almost certain, but the blood that stained his skin and his shirt wasn’t his. Damon being Damon -- even in the most dire of circumstances could turn violent with little more than the drop of a pin, without everything that tethered him to some sense of conscious thought, it was simply to be expected. “Not mine, sweetcheeks.”

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The woman that paced the edge of the rooftop from above mirrored his steps on the pavement below, slow and one foot after another, Damon mocking a slipping balance as he pivoted. “You know, the more you panic...” He laughed quietly to himself, knowing that the compulsion would keep her there, on the very brink of the unknown for as long as he let it happen. “Where’s the best place around here for breakfast?” A quizzical look crossed his features, though he’d already fed --- the crimson stain on the blonde woman’s neck proof of that. “I’m really craving pancakes.”

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blessingindisguisc‌:

“What are you doing in a library this late at night?” Honestly Katherine was bored as hell still searching countless books and grimoires on Gemini myths and prison worlds. She had to get that Cure trapped in 1903 if it was the last thing she did on this wretched Earth. Not only would travelling back to the time give her the perfect revenge, but being in a time where technically her own body existed would give her the chance to return to it - given that her body in this time had been destroyed by Hellfire. 

Boots kicked up on the reception desk, he’d sorely noted the front doors of the building as notorious heels clicked against the marble flooring. “Thirst for knowledge isn’t a crime,” though, he imagined the librarian dead on the floor beside him might have caused a little bit of an uproar come morning. 

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sweetlyunholy‌:

         “ hey. ” she whistles out to the other, handing over her phone ( that she stole from someone ). “ take a nice picture with me by this thing, will you? thanks. ” never mind the fact that this is a cemetery and the THING is a tombstone with the name ‘ jesus condom ’ on it.

A little taken aback by the phone shoved in his hand, Damon fiddled with the settings, though he never really thought to open the camera. “Very classy.” He noted, and with little more than a little pressure, he crushed the phone in his hands, dropping the pieces to the ground. “Oops.”

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lionheartedgilbert‌:

It felt like an eternity, and for the other perhaps it had been. Whispers in the wind had told the brunette the older Salvatore brother wasn’t himself — and given the circumstances she wasn’t entirely surprised. Without his brother, Bonnie and maybe even herself Damon had had to endure a lot alone. And that took a toll on one. “Damon.“ The brunette answered, tone cautious as she approached, were the whispers true. Had the man she had said goodbye to all that time ago been replaced by his emotionless shadow? Her chest ached with the weight of guilt that came with the mere whisper of her best friend’s name. “Bonnie is —  I don’t know where she is, but I plan on finding her. Like I would have thought you would too..” She breathed, something didn’t feel right, confusion evident in her eyes as he moved closer. 

Her fears were solidified as a firm hand slid around her throat and she flinched instinctively, this wasn’t her Damon. It took every last remaining inch of self-control within her not to pull back and shove at his hand. Only she didn’t the brunette firm in footing as she stared back at him. “You won’t hurt me.” She muttered, and while there was a silent challenge in her words a very small part of her was somewhat unsure of such a statement.  

He didn’t care, couldn’t find it in the shallow layers of his subconscious to worry about where Bonnie might have been --- where any of them might have been. As far as he was concerned, had he not been stuck here in San Francisco, he wouldn’t have found reason to seek out any single one of them. The raven haired vampire might have lived long, completely unaware that his brother or the woman he’d loved had risen from the dead. He’d thought about it and it’d hit him more like, a dissociation thought than anything, as if he’d been watching someone else’s memories. It didn’t budge him though, the depths of such depravity buried heavy beneath the weight of his own lacking humanity this time around. “I didn’t really know where to start looking,” he breathed out, the corner of his lip twitching just slightly, “And then I just forgot about her being gone entirely --- you too for that matter.” “Maybe,” tilting his head with the facade of contemplation until it too slid from his features like oil and water. “Then again,” his grip tightened, “Maybe I will.” Easily enough, though he could hold onto the prospect a little longer. “We both know you and the Scooby squad aren’t gonna’ settle for this, so.. I might not hurt you, but let’s not pretend that I’m not completely willing to tear apart any of your little high school musical buddies. --- Keep Stefan off my back and that won’t happen.”

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heartofcare‌:

She scoffed, crossing her arms as she stared at him. It was times like this when it became even more clear how far he’d come from the asshole who’d once tormented and abused her. “You know that you’re so much better than this Damon,” Her hands motioned dramatically to his whole body as she spoke, “You’ve worked way too hard to let yourself down….My Mom would be really disappointed to see you back like this.”

The roll of his eyes was something he committed to far too quickly, Damon always a little more animated than usual while he lacked the harrowing pain he’d buried; child like almost. “You know, you all need to get together and come up with some new material.” Arms crossed loosely across his chest, the raven haired vampire arching a brow high at the blonde. “Let myself down?” A mock frown bloomed, Damon tapping the edge of his chin three times before he stopped, as if caught in far off thought, “That’s the thing about moms, they’ll always find something to be disappointed about. It’s like.. part of their job,” still, he shrugged it off, uncaring for what Liz, or anyone else might have thought.

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cfsalvatore‌:

Hearing Damon finally stirring, Stefan said his goodbyes to Caroline then turned back to his brother. “Had to do it, Damon. If you could think of another way for this to happen then please… tell me.” Putting his phone away, he then crouched down in front of Damon, making sure the chains were nice and tight so he couldn’t get away, straight up ignoring anything he had to say.

Sucking sharply on his own teeth, Damon’s glare followed his brother as he checked the chains he was in, the older of the two pulling haphazardly on them despite knowing they wouldn’t budge without a little extra strength. “Meddling, Stef --- when are you gonna’ give it up?” He spoke weakly, his head lulling back to rest against the brick. “Go on then, give it your best shot.”

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cfsalvatore‌:

Yeah, okay, that was the wrong thing to say while his humanity was switched off, putting Elena in danger was something Stefan didn’t want, she didn’t deserve his brother this way. He could only think of one thing to stop him and he did it. Stefan sped around the back of Damon, took hold of his head firmly and… .crack. “You left me with no choice.” 

Making sure Damon was actually out, by kicking his side a bit, Stefan took hold of one of his feet and started to drag him off the street. It took a bit of effort, Damon was heavier than he remembered and the lack of decent blood in his system meant that his powers were weakened, something Stefan had to work on. Glad for the cover of the night, Stefan found some old, abandoned building and decided to stash Damon in there, making sure he was chained up good and waited. 

“I had to do it to protect yo- I’ll be home in a while.” While he waited for Damon to come around, Stefan had a call from Caroline who was wondering where he was. “He’s waking up, I promise I’ll be home some time tonight.” 

It was the stiffness that found him in the depths of breaking subconscious thought that told Damon what had happened well before he’d opened his eyes. The rough groan that cut through a lowly breath as he shifted among the dust, his brothers voice perforating in and out as he came to. “Fucking prick.” The rough of his palm reaching to rub haphazardly at the back of his neck, the movement along bringing about the brief memory of his brothers hands twisting until it’d snapped.  He moved quickly, pinpointing Stefan easily enough in the dark room, the chains snapping him to a quick snap, “Better get in that loving goodbye while you still can Stefan.” Harrowing timbre of his voice lowly and rough as the familiar burn in the back of his throat caught him. He hadn’t been out long, he knew that much, but there was always some sense of hunger that came with the fleeting, momentary death of a vampire. 

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cfsalvatore‌:

Okay, Damon had a point, but this time he was trying to be serious as he didn’t want to resort to a bigger measure. Then he was slapping his palm against his cheek and Stefan gave his brother the most unimpressed look he could muster up. “Oh, I know.” He finally spoke. “You always took pleasure from taking things off me. Elena, who by the way is heartbroken, you should try and track her down.”

There’d never been a moment Damon had truly half arsed anything. Despite the cold demeanor he carried with him, in any lifetime, he’d felt everything completely. A testament to how readily he was prepared to let it all go; and cling to the empty cavort that left him with only what he wanted. The fact that Stefan was so surely determined only left him all the more certain that he was aware of how far gone Damon could have reached this time around. Azure hues narrowed in on his brother, but he didn’t move -- didn’t feel the weight of the truth in such statement, rather he heard only what he wanted to hear. “You know what,”  veins bled black beneath his eyes, his fangs elongating to dig into the plump of his lesser lip, “I think I just might.”

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@lionheartedgilbert

“E..-- Elena?” He could barely mutter beyond the trip of his own voice, a stringent mockery of the shock that might have befallen him had he truly cared to search for her the moment Caroline, Ric and Stefan had thought to mention that the woman he’d loved was back from the dead. It would have swelled, ached in the concave of his chest; and yet --- Damon felt nothing. Still, he’d long since paved himself a grand path of manipulation. Panic seemed to impasse dark features, and he looked around, as if his question might already be answered, “I thought..-- you.. where’s Bonnie?” He’d still in his footsteps, knowing all too well that within his right mind, he wouldn’t have so surely passed over the memorable tether that clung to both Elena and Bonnie. A sharp inhale as he stepped towards her, the rough of his hand reaching...--- only to grasp all too tightly around the curve of her throat, any sense of painted emotion that lived within his features gone completely. Replaced by the diamond cut edge of the harrowing smirk that could so readily find him in his darkest days. “----We need to have a little chat.”

[fyeahgrantward]

They a l l want me dead.

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cfsalvatore‌:

For a split second there, Stefan thought he’d gotten through to his brother but then he completely snapped back and he let out a long groan, he didn’t want to have to go to such extreme measures, like in the past, but it started to look more and more likely. “No.” Stefan shook his head. “If anything, it makes me more determined.” 

“What’s Stefan Salvatore without a mission to make himself feel better, hm?” The lowly laugh that reverberated his chest cavity barely sounded, yet it lit up hues like a firework at how utterly set in his ways Stefan was. Though he’d certainly never expected him to let enough alone ---- he’d neither anticipated his brother coming back from the dead, not this time. Now? Now he was just a kink in any such intention he’d had in staying this way. “Feel free to waste your time, brother.” A sharp tap of his palm against the others sharp jawline hung on the coat tails the hushed tsk that slipped through, “Count whatever blessings you’ve got left, I’m not against ripping everything from you again, just like old times.”

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cfsalvatore‌:

“No, not really.” Stefan was cautious when Damon unfurled his fingers from his throat, staying where he was for the time being and chose his words wisely. “I had a lot of time to think while I was at peace. I forgive you, Damon and I’m also sorry, for everything I put you through.” 

“Well, I guess that changes everything then, doesn’t it?” He could pause for a passing moment, giving his brother a momentary glance, one that might have painted a light of hope for the other. And then it was gone, twisted and manipulated by a man that didn’t want nor care for apologies or forgiveness. “Feeling helpless yet?” He smiled, the hollow, timeless smile of someone with little care for anyone but himself. “You’ll learn to handle it.”

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olafsclaws‌:

while olaf was confused, scared was never something he was. olaf was raised in the old ways with the wolves, his father made sure of that. they were a more brute, savage breed and they were never ones to back down from a challenge. olaf was killed by a vampire, the original family of them just after they turned so he knew their scent well. “trust me, boy, i’m anything but a puppy.” he told the other, the confusion easily drifting from his face as something else took form and he watched the man that thought he was being funny.

The rough laugh that perforated the air that damn near carried Damon something he’d remain entirely unapologetic for. Boy. Clearly someone with some age on him, he couldn’t think of the last person to have called him boy, ever. Maybe his father? Useless information. “Whatever you say, Chuckles.” Boots scuffed heavily against the road beneath him, the vampire turning in his now backwards steps to look the other over, “I’d say you’d look pretty stupid standing out here when it gets dark, but I’m sure you can sniff the city out, right Fido?”

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sharphistory‌:

He wasn’t letting Damon get to him. Maybe at some other point in time, he would have. But now he learned and he could say he went through all the horrors in his life to be able to grow from them. A vampire with their humanity off was not the normal vampire. This wasn’t the man who was like a brother to him and he knew the moment that switch would flip back on, everything would come crashing down on him. “Actually, no, I don’t feel like it. You know, I think I actually feel like having a couple of bottles of bourbon. That’d be nice. If only my drinking buddy weren’t having a crisis right now.” There was a small flinch when the arrow left the crossbow. He still had a device attached to his wrist, underneath two layers of sleeves. And, if push came to shove, a lot of vervain in his blood. He knew he might end up here when he went to pursue that trail. “Semantics. Do you want to be doing this now? I don’t.” His jaw clenched. If Damon, being himself, would ever turn into such a public menace, he might consider putting him down. Not with ease, not without pain, but he would. But it was out of question now. It was like a sentence without a trial. “You know what I’m gonna do, you dickhead.” Get him, drag him to some jailed place, and force his humanity back on. Damon had to know he couldn’t hunt him down. He had to know. Which made this all the more difficult. “Why didn’t you come to me?” It was maybe a stupid question to ask, but he couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed his friend when he was at his lowest. “We would’ve dealt with this. Unhealthily, probably. But it’d still be better than this. Even for you. Even if you’re too busy Robocop-ing right now to tell it.”

Ironic, that the humanity of too many among them could be left well enough alone for some time before anyone thought to step in, yet he couldn’t count the people who so detrimentally tried their hand at convincing him otherwise. Then again, he supposed he was difficult enough with his humanity on. Neither a good man or a noble man, his usually selfish tendencies only multiplied without any sense of care or feeling. “C’mon, Ric. Didn’t you ever learn to love your own company? Who needs a drinking buddy.” He’d ignore the mention of a crisis; for his sake. Still, his finger drew over the edge of the arrow before he flippantly turned it on Ric, not unlike a child with a knife, completely unable to comprehend the damage he could do with it; even if Damon was well aware. “You don’t? Well would you look at that, we’re finally on the same page. Tell you what, turn a blind eye and I might just do the same.” A blindingly obvious offer to leave anyone the other man might have given a damn about, well enough alone... Until then, Damon might have considered anyone for a passing game of cat and mouse. The arrow in his hand now an extension of his own hand, tapped lightly against the sharp line of his own chin as Damon considered what he knew would happen if Ric got the jump on him. “Hard pass on that.” The arrow hit the ground, and he’d lost interest, his every intention now to rip the crossbow from his best friends hands to haul into the street beyond. “If I’d wanted to talk about it, I would have..-- I didn’t.. hence, here we are. Do you need me to draw you out a damn road map?”

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prisonwrld‌:

  the sound echoes through the house easily, and he scoffs at the profound stupidity of their present targets. only silent for so long. “ never the front door. ” a shake of his head, turning to eye the stairs in question. “ you would think they’d learn eventually. god, they are always so stupid. ” he pats damon’s shoulder. “ do you want to go first or should i? ”

foolish, but it certainly made things interesting; he’d have never let them past the front door in the first place. fingers tapped methodically against the door frame, slowly, as if he was tapping out some nonsensical tune within his head, a lowly hum in his throat to match. “never changes,” the pat to his shoulder is surprisingly welcome, damon so surely didn’t find kai as irritating this way, whether that made this whole ordeal better for one or the other, he didn’t care. “after you, i don’t want to steal all the fun.” oh, but he did --- he truly did.